There Is

There’s a place I can see
With the joy of a child
Who has strength that’s unknown,
Never needs to be shown.

There are hills that go on
In new colors profound,
That speak unending glory,
Full of life, but of yore.

There’s a freedom I feel
To do good, to do ill.
Every sin is forgiven,
Save that none have arisen.

There’s a Healer I know
Who has holiness dreadful
But when here there’s no shame
I no longer feel pain.

So the One whom I feared
I now see face to face
And His beauty outshines
All Creation combined.

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